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This issue of the Tattler we dedicate 
to Superintendent Lucius A. Merritt 
in grateful appreciation of his ser- 
vices to our school for the past eight- 
een years. 


Williamsburg High School 

Editor-in-Chief, Margaret Lenihan '38 

Assistant Editors, Violet Arnold '38, George Warner '39 

Business Manager, Thomas Coogan '38 

Assistants, Francis Molloy '40, Dorothy Joyal '38 

Alumni Editor, Helen Rosemarynoski '38 

Exchange Editor, Roberta Colburn '38 

Joke Editor, Rita LaFlamme '39 

Sports Editors, Stacia Golash '39, Richard Ames '38 

Literary Editor, Eleanor Swenson '38 

Faculty Adviser, Mary T. Walsh 



Senior Class 

Address of Welcome 

Class History 

Class Prophecy 

Prophecy on the Prophetess 

Class Will 

Class Grinds 

Class Statistics 

Song Hits 

Class of '39 

Class of '40 

Class of '41 



Tattler Staff 

Pro Merito 

Forensic Group 


Basketball — Boys' 

Basketball— Girls' 

Alumni Notes 

Ohio Trip 

Class Song 




'But let me silent be: 
For silence is the speech of love." 

Baseball 2, 3, 4; Basketball 2, 3, 4, Captain Basketball 
4, Co-Captain Basketball 3; Sports Editor of Tattler 3, 4; 
Casting Committee of One- Act Plays 3; Vice-President of 
A. A. 4. 


"Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul." 

Pro Merito; Secretary Pro Merito Society 3, President 
Pro Merito 4; Archery 2; Class Secretary 3; Prom Com- 
mittee 3; Casting Committee 3; Glee Club 3, 4; Secretary 
Glee Club 4; Forensic Club 3, 4; Chairman of Food Sale 
4; Initiation Committee for Freshman Reception 4; Win- 
ner of second honors in Northeast District in Scholastic 
News Exam 4; Entrant in Constitution Essay Contest 4; 
Assistant Editor of Tattler 4; Class Prophecy. 



"Let us then be up and doing, 
With a heart for any fate:" 

Class President 3, 4; Secretary of Class 2; Basketball 
1, 2, 3, 4; Girls' Basketball Manager 2, Girls' Basketball 
Captain 4; President of A. A. 4; President of Forensic 
Club 4; President of Junior Pro Merito 3; Dramatics 3; 
Play Committee 3; Prom Chairman 3; Archery 2; Debat- 
ing 3; Entrant in N. F. L. State and District Tournament 
3; Entrant in Pre State Tournament 3, 4; Entrant in N. 
F. L. State Tournament in Fall River and National Tour- 
nament in Wooster, Ohio 4; Assistant Joke Editor Tattler 
2; Girls' Sports Editor 3; Pro Merito; Glee Club 1, 2. 


"The readiness of doing doth expresse 
No other but the doer's willingness." 

Class Treasurer 4; Debating 4; Oratory 4; Casting 
Committee for One-Act Plays 4. 


"Her voice was ever soft, gentle and slow, 
An excellent thing in woman." 

Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4; Concert 2; Entrant in Glee Club 
Contest 2; Archery 2; Forensic Club 3, 4; Play Commit- 
tee 3. 


'Berta" or "Bob" 

"The rule of my life is to make business a pleasure and 
pleasure my business." 

Class Vice-President 1, 2, 3; Secretary of A. A. 4; Vice- 
President Senior Pro Merito; Archery 2; Debating 3; En- 
trant in N. F. L. State Speech Tournament; Entrant in 
N. F. L. National Speech Tournament in Jacksonville, 111.; 
Prom Committee; Dramatics 3, 4; Exchange Editor of the 
Tattler; Play Committee ; Prophecy on the Prophetess; Ex- 
ecutive Committee of Debating Society; Pro Merito 3, 4; 
Basketball 1; Glee Club 1, 2, 3 , 4; Vice-President Forensic 
Club 3, 4. 



" 'Tis better to wear out than rust out." 

Glee Club 1; Class Treasurer 2; Entrant in Pre- State, 
State and New England National Forensic League Touima- 
ments 3; Dramatics; Debate; Prom Committee; Ticket 
Committee for Plays; Vice-President 4; Business Manager 
of Tattler; Treasurer of Athletic Association; Manager of 
Basketball; Class Will; Secretary of Foi'ensic Club; En- 
trant in Pre-State and National N. F. L. Tournaments; 
Winner in State Forensic League Tournament; Radio 
Plays; National Forensic League Key. 



"Beware of her fair hair for she excels all women in the 
magic of her locks." 

Glee Club 1, 2, 4; Concert 2, Class Play 4; Prom Com- 
mittee 3; Play Committee 3, 4; Archery 2. 


"Laugh and the world laugh* with you.'' 

Glee Club 1, 2, 3; Entrant in Glee Club Contest in Hav- 
erhill 2; Operetta 2; Properties Committee for Plavs 3; 
Class Play 4; Concert 2. 


"For every why he had a wherefore.' 


Glee Club 1 ; Basketball Manager 3 : Prom Committee 
; Basketball Manager 4. 


"Patience and gentleness is power.' 


Pro Merito; Archery 2; Debating 3; Dramatics 3, 4; 
Chairman of Costume Committee 3, 4; Tickets and Adver- 
tising Committee 3; Forensic Club 3, 4; Prom Committee 
3 ; Chairman of Food Sale 3 ; Co-Chairman of Food Sale 
4; Glee Club 3, 4; Treasurer of Glee Club 4; Class Treas- 
urer 4; Radio Broadcasts 4: Entrant Constitution Essay 
Contest 4; Entrant in N. F. L. District and State Speech 
Tournaments 4 ; Game Committee for Freshman Recep- 
tion 4: Winner in Tattler Essay Contest 4: Assistant Bus- 
iness Manager of Tattler 4; Class Grinds. 


"So she poured out the liquid music of her voice." 

Editor-in-Chief Tattler 4. Assistant Editor Tattler 3; 
Class President 1, 2, Class Secretary 4: Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 
4; Entrant in Glee Club Contest 2; Concert 2; Operetta 3; 
Glee Club Librarian 2; President and Accompanist of Glee 
Club 4; Prom Committee 3; Forensic Club 3, 4; Executive 
Committee of Forensic Club 3 Treasurer Forensic Club 
4; Entrant in Constitution Essay Contest 4: Entrant in 
State Speech Tournament 4; Secretary of Pro Merito 4, 
Pro Merito 3, 4; Graduation Oration. 


"Come and trip it as ye go, 
On the light fantastic toe." 

Glee Club 1, 2, 4; Concert 2; Archery 2; Decoration 
Committee for Plays 3. 


"She hath prosperous art 
When she will play with reason and discourse, 
And well she can persuade." 

Class Secretary 1; Casting Committee 3; Properties 
Committee 4; Class History; Treasurer of Pro Merito 4; 
Constitution Essay 4; News Exam 4. 



"As frank as rain on cherry blossoms." 

Basketball 1, 2, 3, 4; Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4; Class Play 4; 
Property Committee for Plays 3; Prom Committee 3; Fo- 
rensic Club 3, 4;. 


"Happy am I; from care I'm free! 
Why aren't they all contented like me?" 


''Her silver voice is the rich music of a summer bird." 

Glee Club 4; Forensic Club; Archery 2; Prom Commit- 
tee 3; Concert 2; Decorating Committee for Class Plays 3; 
Alumni Editor Tattler 4; Executive Committee of Foren- 
sic Club 4. 


"Patient of toil, serene amidst alarms." 
Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4; Concert 2; Forensic Club 3, 4. 



".4 little nonsense now and then 
Is relished by the best of men." 

Concert 2; Dramatics 3; Manager of Baseball 3, 4; Boys' 
Glee Club 1; Freshman Joke Editor of Tattler 1; Forensic 
Club 3, 4; Cheer Leader 2; Properties Committee for One- 
Act Plavs 3. 



"While words of learned length and thundering sound 
Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around." 

Archery 2; Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4; Concert 2; Operetta 3; 
Glee Club Librarian 4; Prom Committee 3; Literary Edi- 
tor of Tattler 4; Winner of Constitution Essay Contest 4; 
Pro Merito 3, 4; Vice-President Junior Pro Merito 3; Sec- 
retary of Western Mass. Pro Merito 1937; Entrant N. F. 
L. Pre-State Tournament 4; Entrant State N. F. L. Tour- 
nament 4; Entrant District American Legion Contest 4; 
Entrant Zone American Legion Contest 4; Entrant Na- 
tional N. F. L. Poetry Reading Contest 4; Williamsburg 
Representative to National Student Congress 4; Gradua- 
tion Oration. 



Vice President 

Ruth Black 

Thomas Coogan 

Margaret Lenihan 

Dorothy Joyal 



*Violet Arnold 
*Ruth Black 
*Roberta Colburn 

Catherine Emerson 
*Dorothy Joyal 

Richard Ames 
Roberta Bradley 
Lena Burt 
Thomas Coogan 
Virginia Edwards 
*Pro Merito-Honor 


*Margaret Lenihan 

*Ruth Ellen Newell 

Elsie Pratt 

Helen Rosemarynoski 

**Eleanor Swenson 

Douglas Fairbanks 

Marian Martin 

Jennie Nurczyk 

Mildred Sanderson 

Joseph Soltys 

**Pro Merito-High Honor 








Ruth Black 

Ruth Newell 

Violet Arnold 

Roberta Colburn 

Thomas Coogan 

Dorothy Joyal 


The Genesis and Value of Our Written Constitution Eleanor Swenson 
Our Responsibilities Under the Constitution Margaret Lenihan 

CLASS MOTTO— Deeds, Not Words 
CLASS GIFT — Shrine of the Constitution 

Address of Welcome 

Parents, teachers, and friends: 

We, the Class of Nineteen Thirty Eight, 
welcome each and every one of you here 
this evening to our Class Night Exercises. 

Parents: As we are about to step into the 
whirl of public life, we, more than ever, 
appreciate the many things you have done 
for us — sharing our joys, our sorrows, our 
triumphs, and our failures. And now we 
hope you will be pleased with our efforts 
on this, Our Class Night. 

To our teachers who have piloted us 
through these four enjoyable years in 
Burgy High, we wish to express our grati- 
tude for their unfaltering encouragement. 

Friends: These four years of hope, four 
years of faith, and four years of joy were 
all shared by you and will ever be treas- 
ured in our memories. 

Parents, teachers, and friends — The Class 
of 1938 greets you. 

Ruth Black '38 



Class History 

Dear Caroline: 

How time does fly! If it weren't for the 
calendar and my remarkable memory. I 
wouldn't believe it has been nearly four 
years since I last squandered three cents 
to send you a letter. 

When I saw the train leave the station 
that day, with you and your family, Cali- 
fornia bound, I felt that I would never be 
the same again. And I wasn't. My mother 
said she noticed a marked improvement in 
my behavior soon after you left. That 
first week not even the jokes in the Ameri- 
can Boy could make me smile and it was 
then, as you probably remember, that I 
heroically conquered my dislike for letter 
writing and sent you a long news bulletin. 
But, fortunately for you, who had to de- 
cipher my scribble, and for my mother, 
whose nerves were shattered spelling for 
me, other interests soon crowded your 
memory from my mind. So I felt almost 
as if I had heard from a ghost of the past 
when I received your letter saying you are 
graduating from high school this year and 
coming East to attend Smith College next 

Thanks for your picture. When I saw 
it, I could hardly believe my eyes, but when 
I remembered that an ugly green cater- 
pillar can become a gorgeous butterfly. I 
convinced myself that the ravishing beauty 
gazing soulfully at me was indeed you. I 
certainly was interested in your account of 
your high school days, not to mention 

Would you like to hear about our class? 
No ! All right, here go- 

We also underwent a metamorphosis, 
changing from green worms — I mean fresh- 
men — to brilliant butterflies — no, — seniors ! 
There were thirty of us who started along 
the primrose path of knowledge under the 
guidance of Miss Dunphy, Miss Walsh, 
Mrs. Warner, and Mr. Foster. I wish I 
had time and energy enough to describe 
these teachers to you but will have to be 
content with saying they're the best ever 
and were a source of inspiration and en- 
couragement throughout our four years. 

You told how you dreaded the Freshman 
reception. I think all freshmen do, but 

Lady Luck or someone smiled on us, and 
this ordeal was omitted. In its place there 
was a party which everyone enjoyed, even 
the Freshmen. 

As we were so young and ignorant, the 
president of the class of '35 took pity on 
us and conducted our first business me 
ing at which we elected officers as follows: 
President, Margaret Lenihan; Vice-Presi- 
dent, Roberta Colburn ; Treasurer, Jeanette 
Lupien; Secretary, Ruth Ellen NewelL 

The girls immediately showed interest in 
athletics, basketball mostly, and Coach 
Snow, recognizing the ability of Ruth Black, 
Marcia Hobbs, and Norma Nietsche, put 
them on the team. The boys seemed to be 
lacking in athletic powers, but I suppose 
they intended to make it up in intellectual 
lines, instead. 

During our first year we concentrated 
more or less, you guess which, on our 
studies, and since we were mere insignifi- 
cant freshmen, we didn't join in many of 
the school's social activities. 

We returned to school in the fall of 1935 
as sophomores, determined to show what 
we were made of and to set a standard for 
the new freshmen to follow. Although 
rral of our classmates had left, new 
members came to fill our depleted ranks, 
making a total of twenty eight in the sopho- 
more class. 

We found changes in the school as well 
as in ourselves, for our mental powers had 
developed to such an extent that an incr-r 
in the faculty was necessary: and a new and 
much beloved teacher. Miss Baker, came 
to help instruct us. Likewise a new coach, 
Carol Thayer, now had charge of the ath- 
letics and Dick Ames upheld the honor of 
the class in basketball. This year, too, the 
boys' basketball team was invited for the 
first time to take part in the tournament 
at Mass. State College. Is there not a sig- 
nificant connection between these two facts? 
Two boys in our class went out for baseball 
also, but the girls were still ahead in num- 
bers, for there were five of them on the 
basketball team. 

This year we were allowed to take more 
part in the social life of the school, so we 



had a Hallowe'en party with all the trim- 

Several members of the class belonged 
to the Glee Club which went to Haverhill 
to compete in the Glee Club contest. Un- 
der the superior leadership of Mr. Ball, the 
music instructor, they brought honor and 
glory to our school by being the highest in 
the small school group. I wish you might 
have heard them broadcast from WSPR, 
an accomplishment of which the school was 
very proud. 

Perhaps one of the biggest events that 
ever happened at Williamsburg High School 
occurred in March, 1936, when the first 
state speech tournament was held here. 
Although none of the Sophomores was pri- 
vileged to take part in the speaking, they 
had a large part in the cheering and looked 
forward to the time when they might do 
battle for their school. 

And the time soon came, for before we 
knew it, another summer was over and we 
were Juniors with Ruth Black as president; 
Roberta Colburn as vice-president; secre- 
tary, Violet Arnold ; Robert Bradley as 
treasurer. We found that again growth 
had accompanied Time's flight — not only 
mental and physical growth but also curri- 
cular growth for a new course, typing, had 
been added with Miss Riley as teacher. Her 
place was taken by Miss Curran after the 
Christmas vacation. There were two 
changes in the teaching staff for Miss 
Moody replaced Mr. Ball, and Mr. Foster 
assumed the duties of coach. Our class 
had three girls and three boys to represent 
it in athletics and furnished a player on 
the basketball team which was invited to 
play at Mass. State College again. 

But I started to tell you of our class's 
activities in the Forensic League. Did any- 
one from your school attend the National 
Tournament at Jacksonville, Illinois? The 
Juniors were very proud to have one of 
their number on the debating team which 
went from here. Roberta Colburn cer- 
tainly brought honor to her class as well 
as to herself. But she was not alone in this 
field for Tommie Coogan waxed humorous, 
and Ruth Black became oratorical at both 
Chax*leton, Mass. and Laconia, New Hamp- 

One of the privileges of a Junior is to be- 
long to the Pro Merito Society, if he can 
get enough A's on his report cards. Our 

class boasts seven Pro Merito members, five 
having made the grade in our Junior year 
and two joining later. Strange to relate, 
they are all girls! Who said girls weren't 
superior to boys? 

Another prerogative of the Junior class 
is to have charge of the big social event 
of the school year. — the Junior Prom. What 
music, what beauty, what fun, and what 
stubbed toes! Of course I wouldn't like 
to mention the fact that we went in debt. 

Don't be surprised if some future movie 
star tells you that she once belonged to the 
class of 1938 at Williamsburg, for much 
talent was revealed in the plays put on by 
the Spoken English classes. 

And so a busy year passed with these 
activities and many more. But after all is 
said and done, the Senior year is the im- 
portant one. Excuse me, if I seem to be- 
come poetical, it's simply the after effect 
of having to write poems in English class. 

Speaking of English classes, we have an- 
other new instructor who teaches the Sen- 
ior Spoken English class. Of course, he 
teaches others but what difference do they 
make? You see, Miss Baker stayed with 
us only two years and Mr. Melody has 
filled the place she left vacant on the fac- 
ulty. Many of our Senior activities may be 
traced directly to Mr. Melody's door. He 
brought the speech class not only to the 
public eye, but to the public ear as well, for 
he arranged a series of radio programs 
which gave us a chance to emulate the 
Stroud Twins, Edgar Guest or whom have 
you as well as affording much wholesome 
fun and worthwhile experience. He also 
acted as athletic coach, and again we point 
with pride to the two boys and two girls 
who represented our class in this field. 

However, as our Senior year was other- 
wise replete with history making events, 
we didn't spend much time in athletics. 
During the first part of the school year, a 
long cherished dream came true when a 
much needed addition was built making 
the school more cheerful and convenient. 
Since the Freshman reception came during 
the time that this work was under way, we 
held it in the town hall, and remembering 
our dread of this event as Freshmen, we let 
our victims off easily. While the construc- 
tion was in progress, we went on a new 
time schedule, getting through our work at 
half past one. Most of us could then go 



home to a hot dinner. I wonder if this is 
the reason some of our classmates seemed 
to shine with increased brilliancy. Be that 
as it may, I can't close this year's chronicle 
without mentioning the following achieve- 
ments: — Four members of our class took 
part in the Forensic Tournament at Fall 
River, and three attended the national con- 
test at Wooster, Ohio; Eleanor Swenson 
won first place in the oratorical contest at 
Turners Falls, delivering an oration on the 
Constitution ; Violet Arnold earned a 
prize as runner up in the news examination 
which ten of us entered. 

So I believe that brings us to the last 
chapter of our school life. Let me see — 
have I forgotten anything? Shucks, yes! 
I didn't tell you about our worthy Senior 
officers. Of course, you don't know them 

now but I hope you'll meet them sometime. 
Ruth Black is president; Tommie Coogan 
is vice-president ; Margaret Lenihan is sec- 
retary; and Dorothy Joyal is treasurer. 

And another important item I must crow 
about — the twenty members of our class 
are going to wear caps and gowns class 
night and graduation — an innovation which 
we hope will further enhance the distinc- 
tion and renown of the class of '38. If you 
never hear from me or see me again, you'll 
know the experiment was too much for me, 
but if we do survive, I'll be living in ex- 
pectation of seeing you next fall. 

Until that happy time, don't forget your 
manners, your health rules, or 

Your old schoolmate, 

Ruth Ellen Newell. 

Class Prophecy 

In 1970 the papers were full of the pi- 
rate scare. Not that it wasn't justified — 
it was. Seventy-five percent of the people 
who went to sea were never again sighted 
by man or beast. On the strength of my 
best-selling book "Pirates as People" writ- 
ten on the present crisis, the President of 
the United States commissioned me to out- 
fit a war vessel and capture as many pirates 
as I could. The local museum offered me 
a goodly sum if I would bring one back 
alive, so you may be sure I was very eager 
to set sail. 

The boat with its crew and captain was 
waiting for me in Boston Harbor. I arrived 
on a Monday morning, bright and early, 
and walked up the gangway. I saw an 
immense man looking out to sea with a 
telescope to his eyes. From the authoritative 
set of his shoulders I assumed that this was 
my captain. I spoke, and he turned. I was 
confronted by a veritable giant with a black 
mustache, beetling eyebrows, and a mas- 
sive chin and nose. Whew! I began to 

"How do you do?" he said. "Are you the 
one who's to take charge here?" "Yes," 
I answered. "My name is Violet Arnold, 
and yours?" 

"Violet Arnold! Good heavens. This is 
a surprise. You're sure you don't recognize 



I said I didn't think I did. 

"Why, I'm surprised," he exclaimed. 
"Does thirty years make so much differ- 
ence? I thought I had kept my youthful 
look. Well — since you don't remember me, 
I'm Capt. Thomas Coogan." 

"Tommy Coogan — well blow me down! 
(to use a sea expression) I was never bo 
surprised." Crossing my fingers I added, 
"You certainly have kept your youthful 

We put out to sea — and saw nothing. 
That is, for two weeks. Then things began 
to hum. The first thing that went wrong 
was my mock turtle soup. It wasn't mock; 
it was real, and it gave me indigestion. I 
called the cook and said without looking up 
from my work, "You're fired. Go jump 
overboard or something." 

"But I don't want to. And I'm really 
very sorry about the soup," came the ans- 
wer. I looked up and saw a little gray- 
haired lady with many a year of sailing be- 
hind her. 

"It doesn't matter what you — ," here I 
stopped, looking at her more closely. 
"You're Marian Martin, aren't you?" 
"Yes," she said. "I was hoping you'd rec- 
ognize me." 

We talked and talked about old times 
and were still going strong when the sec- 
ond surprise came. 



Thump, thump. Someone was knocking 
on my cabin door. "I'll come over and let 
you in," I cried. I opened the door and 
there stood Capt. Coogan holding a very 
frightened peanut-vendor by the scruff of 
his neck. 

"What's this?" I asked. 

"He's selling peanuts without a license. 
Shall I put him in irons?" 

"Oh," I said. "What's your name?" 

"My name's, a-a-well, it's Dick Ames!" 

"Dick Ames!" I echoed, and Capt. Coo- 
gan dropped him like a hot potato. 

We all sat down again to have a real chat, 
and in the course of the conversation I 
asked him how he happened to be aboard. 

"I heard that the great deep-sea pearl 
fisher was sailing with you," he said. "I've 
always liked her so much, and you know 
she was one of our classmates." 

"Deep-sea diver? Who is it?" I asked 

"Why, Mildred Sanderson, didn't you 

I confess I was somewhat surprised, and 
I was still pondering over these strange 
things when the cry of "Pirates! Pirates!" 
broke my reverie. 

We had been caught napping; and before 
we could do much, the pirates swarmed over 
the sides of the ship, led by a swashbuckling 
fellow with gold ear-rings in his nose. I 
took one look, and I knew who it was. It 
was Douglas Fairbanks. I never should 
have thought it. 

They made us get into boats to go over 
to the other ship. I was curious to know 
why, but I soon found out much to my sor- 

As we came aboard the first figure that 
met my eye was a plump pirate, with a 
hooked arm and a wooden leg. He had a 
yellow sash around his waist and a knife 
between his teeth. I shuddered. 

"Halt!" His voice rang out. Something 
seemed familiar. And then I remembered. 
I looked again to be sure. Yes — it was Joe 
Soltys — the Terror of the Seven Seas. 

My attention was then caught by two 
sedate ladies, remonstrating with a pirate, 
who was relieving them of their jewelry. 

"Who are they?" I whispered to Capt. 
Coogan who was standing near by. He 
needed but a glance to answer — "Ruth 
Black and Roberta Colburn!" 

"Ruth and Roberta? Why I thought they 

were in Central Africa doing missionary 

"They were, but here they are. They 
are probably taking a vacation from teach- 
ing little black natives their ABC's." 

Then I noticed a queer contraption on 
the other side of the ship. It looked like 
a diving board. All of a sudden the hor- 
rible truth dawned on me. It was a plank! 
And we were going to walk it. Already a 
victim was being shoved to the end of it. 
It was a rather stout woman with a Pekin- 
gese dog under one arm and a black um- 
brella over the other. In the silence I heard 
her say, "Well, of all the asinine proce- 
dures!" Pekingese dog — hmmm — it might 
be Eleanor Swenson I thought, but I wasn't 
sure, so I remained quiet. Just as she was 
about to walk off the edge, she turned 
around to shake the umbrella vindictively. 
I recognized her for sure. But it was too 
late. She had gone. My head reeled, and I 

When I came to, there wasn't a soul to 
be seen. Everyone was gone. I thought 
I heard a noise, and looking around fearful- 
ly I beheld an old pal of mine, none other 
than Virginia Edwards. "Sh", she said. 
"I'm a stowaway. I am a candid camera- 
woman, and I sailed aboard the Terror's 
ship to get some good shots!" 

I certainly was glad to see Virginia. In 
the dusk we sat reminiscing, forgetting 
where we were. Suddenly, a huge bird 
settled down on the deck. As we looked at 
it in amazement, its beak slowly opened, 
and out jumped a woman. She looked like 
someone I'd seen before, and when she said, 
"Hello!" I jumped up exclaiming, "Ruth 
Ellen Newell!" 

"Yep!" she said. "How do you like my 
invention? I manufacture them. It's run 
out of fuel though. Have you any size 4 

"No," I answered, "but here's a can of 
caterpillars that ought to do!" 

"Yes, that's fine," she said, as she 
dumped the canful into the bird. 

We talked a while, and when I told her 
of our predicament, she offered to fly us 
to Valparaiso to get help. This seemed like 
a marvelous idea, so we crawled in and took 

Almost in a twinkling, we arrived. Vir- 
ginia left me to develop her films, and I 
went straight to police headquarters. 



"I want to see the chief, please," I said. 

"Go right in." 

"Chief — but — what — why, Elsie Pratt! 
As I live and breathe." 

Sure enough, it was Elsie Pratt. I hadn't 
seen or heard from her since school days. 
And here she was, Chief of Police at Val- 
paraiso. When I asked her for help in 
finding my friends, she said, "Certainly. 
I'll send my fleet of airplanes right out. It 
is in the command of Captains Helen Rose- 
marynoski and Jennie Xurczyk. You know, 
the two greatest fliers in the century." 

Well, that was news ! I was glad to hear 
about them. I bade Elsie goodbye and 
walked down to the seashore, thinking how 
fortunate I'd been in seeing so many of 
my former classmates. A little way off 
shore in a boat sat a fisherman struggling 
with a large fish. He finally rowed to the 
shore dragging the fish with him. When 
he landed, he drew a goodsized whale upon 
the beach. Although it was dead, it seemed 
to be very lively, so he cut its head off. 
By this time, I was near the scene, and I 
saw a person step out of the whale. It was 
a woman wearing a bathing suit and carry- 
ing a whip in her hand. As she spied the 
fisherman she cried out, "Robert Bradley! 
You've saved my life!" He was as aston- 
ished as I for a moment, and then he shout- 
ed, "If it isn't Margaret Lenihan ! Well, 
well, well." 

We all started talking at once, but I heard 
Margaret telling us that she was a whale 
trainer for a well-known circus. One of 

the whales had become hungry and swal- 
lowed her. 

We walked toward Robert's house, and 
he invited us to come in. He said, "Lena 
will be awfully glad to see you !" 

"Lena?" we gasped. "Lena Burt?" 

"No other," said Robert, proudly. "Oh, 
but I can't go in," I said. I really must 
go back to town. Goodbye." 

As I walked along the tree-lined avenue, 
I spied an old woman leaning on a gnarled 
cane. Something attracted me to her. I 
drew nearer, and I recognized her, in spite 
of her great age. 

"Dorothy, don't you remember me? It's 
your old pal !" 

"Well, hello—" she cried. "I'm awfully 
glad to see you." 

She told me that she had been a snake 
charmer in her younger days, but due to 
her great travels she had grown old quick- 
ly. I told her that I'd seen a lot of my 
friends on the pirate ship and that I'd like 
to capture the Terror. 

"Perhaps, I could charm him," she said, 
waving her cane around. 

"Hey, look out. You'll hit me!" But it 
was too late. Socko ! Her cane came down 
with terrific force. I fell and landed on 
the floor! 

I sat bewildered, looking around for 
Dorothy. She was nowhere to be seen. And 
then I realized — it was only a dream ! Can 
you believe it? 

Violet Arnold '38. 

Prophecy on the Prophetess 

In the year 1954 I was home on a much 
needed vacation. My little five year old 
niece had been teasing me all one morning 
to take her to see the "trilwist lady" and 
her friend the "joy girl". I had no idea 
who, what, or where, these people with such 
peculiar names were. But evidently Sally 
knew, for at three o'clock that afternoon 
~h<- had me seated in a large theatre in 
New York, and the master of ceremonies 
had just announced a famous ventriloquist. 

Sally was jumping up and down shouting, 
"See, there's the "trilwist lady" and the 
"joy girl", too, Aunt Berta." 

So this was Sally's beloved "trilwist 

lady" and "joy girl," a ventriloquist and her 
dummy. But as the show progressed I soon 
realized that this was no ordinary ventrilo- 
quist. She was far better than Edgar Ber- 
gen had been. Why! I believed that Sally 
thought the dummy was a real person. It 
certainly did look like one. I had seen it 
somewhere before, hadn't I? Just then 
something hit me on the head. I don't 
know what it was — it may have been some 
one's elbow — and I remembered. The doll 
was the exact reproduction of my old friend, 
Dottie Joyal. Then I knew Sally's beloved 
"trilwist lady" was none other than Dottie 
Arnold. After the show I told Sally that 



I had gone to school with her "Miss Tril- 
wist," and she insisted that we must take her 
home in our airplane. So we went back 
stage. Dottie was just putting her big doll 
into its case, and Sally was infuriated for 
the "joy girl" had been a real person to 
her until then. She begged Dottie to let 
her sit on the seat with us in the airplane. 
Sally was in all her glory riding home with 
the admired "trilwist lady" and her big 

I was planning to have a nice chat with 
my old schoolmate on the way home, but 
Sally kept her tongue wagging all the way 
asking Dottie questions. She gave her a 
real interview. 

"Why isn't the "joy girl" like us, Miss 
Trilwist? Is it 'cause she's not made of 
meat? And Miss Trilwist, how can she talk? 
My dollies don't talk. They just say 

"I make her talk, darling." 

"But how can you make her talk? Do 
you tell her to? I tell my babies to talk, 
but they don't mind me. Oh dear, I guess 
I have very poorly behaved children, don't 

Dottie and I were winking over her head. 
Then Dottie laughed and said, "I'll tell you 
all about my doll and how I happened to 
have her and everything. You see, after 
I was graduated from high school, I went 
to a teachers' college in Bridgewater. You 
know, a school where people learn to teach 
little children." 

"Oh yes, I know. Mommy told me, and 

she said Bridgewater was the first of those 

"Yes, that's right. Well, I went there. 
But in those days before we had quite so 
many airplanes, it took nearly a half day 
to get to Bridgewater, and as my friend 
Dottie Joyal was still in Burgy, I found it 
very lonesome. It was almost unbearable. 
Then I suddenly had an idea. Why couldn't 
I have a good image of her — one like Char- 
lie MacCarthy. Maybe you've seen him in 
the museum. Some of my friends helped 
me make my doll. The boys carved her 
out of wood, and the girls and I painted her 
face. Then the problem was to make her 
talk so she could really keep me company. 
I wrote to Mr. Melody, and with his infor- 
mation and instruction on voice I soon 
picked up the art of ventriloquism." 

"What's ven-tril-ism?" asked Sally. 

"It's throwing your voice so that some- 
one or something seems to be talking", ex- 
plained Dotty. 

"How do you throw your voice? Like 
you throw a ball? Oh, I can do that, can't 
I, Aunt Berta?" 

"Don't interrupt, Sally." 

"Was I unterrlupting?" 

Dottie continued. "Well, anyway, to make 
a long story short, after I had a little ex- 
perience in teaching I decided these dum- 
mies would obey me better than real ones. 
No offense to you, Dotty dear," she added, 
patting the image near her. "We just had 
to be together in the flesh or our of it." 

Roberta Colburn '38 


We, the Class of 1938, whose amazing 
brilliance has dazzled teachers and pupils 
of Williamsburg High School for the past 
four years, and still possessing sound, sane 
and elevated minds after those four years, 
do make, publish and declare on this twen- 
ty-first day of June in the year of our 
Lord, one thousand nine hundred and thirty 
eight, this to be our last Will and Testa- 
ment, hereby revoking all other wills and 
testaments heretofore made by us. After 
payment of our just debts — we don't know 
what you will pay them with — we bequeath 
and devise as follows: 

To the faculty and Mr. Merritt, our ever 

loyal friends, we leave our respect, esteem, 
and excess brains, not because they them- 
selves need them, but we feel that they 
should usefully distribute them among the 

To the Class of 1939, the hope that they 
will be able to uphold the honor and tradi- 
tions of Williamsburg High as well as they 
were upheld this year. 

To the Class of 1940, we leave our stu- 
dious, dignified and quiet manners, together 
with our drag, which they surely need. 

To the Class of 1941, we leave our sincere 
hope that they will forget their silly pranks 
and assume the dignity of underclassmen. 



Richard Ames leaves his sleepiness to 
Louis Hathaway. Dick thinks Hathaway 
ought to calm down for a while. 

Violet Arnold leaves her love of history 
to Barbara Edwards. We're sure she will 
find it useful next year. 

Ruth Black leaves her terrible habit of 
biting her fingernails to Miss Walsh, pro- 
vided it is used in moderation. 

Robert Bradley leaves his six shooter to 
Frances Metz. Remember, Frances, guns 
are dangerous ! 

Lena Burt whispered that she would like 
to leave her quietness to Bernard Murphy 
so he would not be able to distract all those 
studious pupils with his cutting up. 

Roberta Colburn will have no further 
use for her personality because "she has 
caught her man," as the NorthWEST 
Mounties say, so she leaves it to Stacia Go- 
lash hoping that she may be able to use it 
to win that star pitcher on the Haydenville 
Club baseball team. 

Virginia Edwards would like to leave her 
hair to Rita Kulash. We hope it will make 
a hit with Fred, Rita. 

Catherine Emerson leaves her giggles to 
Kenneth Torrey whose jaw would fall off 
if he smiled. 

Douglas Fairbanks wills his Ford, pro- 
vided it hasn't fallen apart yet, to Edward 
Ames. Doug says it will make Ted's trips 
to that certain general store and camp in 
Williamsburg much happier. 

Dorothy Joyal wants to leave a little of 
her cheerfulness to Warren Gould. Life 
can't be as bad as all that, Warren. 

Margaret Lenihan leaves her lovely sing- 
ing voice to Gerald Larkin. We hope the 
girls will like your love songs better now, 

Marion Martin leaves her innocent ap- 
pearance to June Bowker. Marion thinks 
June looks too guilty the morning after a 
"date" with a certain Haydenville fresh- 

Ruth Newell wants to will her scholastic 
enthusiasm to Francis Molloy. Ruth says 
the baseball team will need its leading hit- 
ter next year. 

Jane Nurczyk wills her knack of study- 
ing her lessons just before the last bell 
rings to Edith Packard so Edith won't have 
to worry about her studies during those 
heavy dates that she has so often. 

Elsie Pratt leaves her habit of attending 
W.H.S. baseball games to Shirley Rhoades. 
This will give you a better opportunity to 
see our third baseman in action, Shirley. 

Helen Rosemarynoski leaves her dancing 
ability to James Stone. We hope the young 
ladies won't have sore feet at the next 
dance, Jim. 

Mildred Sanderson leaves her ways of 
keeping calm to Rita LaFlamme. Mildred 
thinks Rita gets too excited sometimes. 

Joseph Soltys leaves all his knowledge 
of athletics to Fred Allen. Now Fred will 
be truly fitted for his job as assistant coach 
of the baseball team next year. 

Eleanor Swenson leaves her dignified 
manner to Frank Soltys. Eleanor thinks 
Frankie should stop crying before he be- 
comes a senior. 

To the student body we leave lots of 
amusements so they won't brood, mourn, 
and become downcast over the loss of their 
dearest friends, the seniors. 

In testimony whereof we hereunto set 
our hand and seal in the presence of these 
witnesses and declare this to be our last 
Will and Testament on this twenty-first 
day of June in the year of our Lord, one 
thousand nine hundred and thirty-eight. 

Signed, Thomas Coogan, 

Class of 1938 

Betty Lou 
Charlie McCarthy 
Baby Snooks 



Class Grinds 

O Ship of Time, you keep sailing on, 

And now you take from here 
This class, arrayed in caps and gowns, 

That holds Burgy High so dear. 

But, oh pray, wait a little while, 

Before setting us adrift 
In twenty little life boats 

Each mortar board we'll lift. 

Our president, we'll first behold, 

Sweet-smiling, fair, and tall, 
With winning ways and courage, too, 

Ruth Black's a model for all. 

A disposition we all crave — 

Dick Ames can boast of it; 
He's "tops" when playing basketball, 

And baseball! Can he hit! 

A pretty girl from Goshen comes, 
And does she know her history ! 

Violet Arnold a teacher will be, 
That really is no mystery. 

Friendly, quiet, with malice toward none, 

An unusual lad is he; 
Robert Bradley, courteous and kind, 

A turkey-rancher will be. 

Lena Burt is a fire-side girl, 
Seems easy for her to be good ; 

She never bothers with the boys, 
But acts as a young lady should. 

Roberta Colburn, with flashing smile, 
Can fill one's heart with joy; 

Her personality and her charms, 
Win for her many a boy. 

A dashing Romeo is Tommy, 

He's traveled North, East, South, and 
Tho' broken hearts he left behind, 

He's back with medals on his chest. 

Who is the envy of us all, 

Because of her lovely hair? 
Virginia Edwards, graceful and sweet, 

Is the answer to one's prayer. 

We know it's Catherine Emerson 

Who giggles loud and clear; 
She usually wears a sunny smile, 

That shows no doubt or fear. 

A tall, good-looking boy is he, 
Who hates the sight of books; 

Doug's always riding in his Ford, 
Or fishing in the brooks. 

Our brilliant Margaret Lenihan 

Plans to go to college; 
With cheerful heart and singing voice, 

She's eager for more knowledge. 

Marion Martin, a solemn girl, 

Is seldom seen with a smile; 
But even on a rainy day, 

She's amiable the while. 

Good-natured, thoughtful, kind, and neat, 

With never a tear or sigh, 
To do her best in everything, 

Ruth Ellen will always try. 

Jennie Nurczyk, a good athlete, 

Is worthy of our praise, 
For never in a study room, 

A riot would she raise. 

Now Elsie Pratt is great in Math. 

She knows her Chemistry well, 
She'll smile or frown as she sees fit, 

But never a secret tell. 

Vivacious, jolly, and carefree, 
She's always making us laugh; 

Helen likes to dance and sing, 
And never gives way to wrath. 

Mildred Sanderson, ever so shy, 

Is generally quiet, too; 
She often blushes when in class, 

And gum she would never chew. 

A mischievous lad is whistling Joe, 

With eyes a golden brown; 
He's good at scribbling baseball scores, 

But typing makes him frown. 
Joyful and kind, with plenty of brains, 

Willing to work to help out, 
Eleanor has friends a-plenty, 

For she's a real good scout. 
I can't think of a single word 

About myself to say, 
So I'll just "Skip it" (as the saying goes), 

Until another day. 
And now the time has truly come 

For us to say, "Farewell"; 
We'll miss each other and Burgy High 

More than words can tell. 

We'll remember our motto — Deeds, Not 
Tho' stormy seas prevail; 
We're strong and ready, O Ship of Time, 
Weigh anchor — and set sail! 

Dorothy Joyal '38 



Class Statistics 

Prettiest girl 

Violet Arnold 

bov — Richard Ames 

Most popular girl — Ruth Black 
Most popular boy — Tommy Coogan 
Best girl dancer — Helen Rosemarynoski 
Best boy dancer — Dick Ames 
Best dressed girl — Roberta Colburn 
Best dressed boy — Tommy Coogan 
Noisiest Students — Douglas Fairbanks 

Helen Rosemarynoski 
Eleanor Swenson 
Quietest Student— Lena Burt 
Laziest Student — Douglas Fairbanks 
Class Vamps — Helen Rosemarynoski 

Eleanor Swenson 
Class Sheik — Douglas Fairbanks 
Smartest student — Eleanor Swenson 
Best girl athlete — Ruth Black 
Best boy athlete — Dick Ames 
Best all around student — Ruth Black 
Man hater — Ruth Ellen Newell 
Woman hater — Robert Bradley 
Class bluff — Douglas Fairbanks 
Class poet — Dorothy Joyal 

Class musician Margaret Lenihan 

Teachers' pet — Eleanor Swenson 

Cutest boy — Robert Bradley 

Cutest girl — Dorothy Joyal 

Class gossip — Joe Soltys 

Student with most pleasing personality — 

Ruth Black 
Class wit — Joe Soltys 
Student most likely to succeed — 

Margaret Lenihan 

Jolliest student — Helen Rosemarynoski 
Most bashful student — Bob Bradley 
Most business-like student — Tommy Coogan 
Most sophisticated student — 

Eleanor Swenson 
Model student — Violet Arnold 
Most carefree student — 

Helen Rosemarynoski 
Class actress — Roberta Colburn 
Class singer — Margaret Lenihan 
Class orator — Ruth Black 
Class giggler — Catherine Emerson 
Class pest — Joe Soltys 
Class grind — Eleanor Swenson 
Favorite gum — Spearmint 
Favorite sport — Swimming 
Favorite subject — Typing 
Favorite actor — Clark Gable 
Favorite actress — Myrna Loy 
Combined weight of class — 2489 lbs. 8 oz. 
Average weight — 124 lbs. 7 oz. 
Average age — 18 yrs. 7 mos. 

Pet Abominations 
Noise of univents 

New rules from teachers' meetings 
Vacuum cleaners 
Old Fords 

Long Assignments 
Fingernails scratching on blackboards 

Song Hits 

Ti-pi-Tin — Mr. Melody's car 

On the Sentimental Side — Douglas Fair- 

I Can Dream, Can't I? — Dick Ames 

Sweet Stranger — Frances Metz 

Ain't We Got Love? — Ted Ames and 
June Bowker 

The Band Played Out of Tune — The Bur- 
gy Band to be 

Let That be a Lesson to You — Mr. Melody 

You Can't Stop Me from Dreaming — 
Warren Gould 

Let's Give Love a Chance— Connie Granger 
and Winthrop Stone 

More Power to You — Leo Dymerski 

I Like to Make Music — Joe Brady 

Every Day's a Holiday — Steve Golash 

What a Heavenly Nite — Prom 

Bewildered — James Stone 

I Don't Want to Make History — 

Francis Molloy 
Sophisticated Swing — Stacia Golash 
Let's Sit Out this Waltz — Rita Kulash 
Pm Like a Fish Out of Water — 

Frank Soltys 
Who Wants Love? — Henry Willson 
Laugh Your Way Through Life — 

Flossie Packard 
Pm Just a Country Boy at Heart — 

Kenneth Torrey 
Down With Love — Helen Rosemarynoski 
Beautiful Ohio — Thomas Coogan 
You Appeal to Me — Freshmen to Mr. 

Us on A Bus — Bernard Murphy and 

Shirley Rhoades 



Class of 1939 

First Row — Dorothy Algustoski, Frank Soltys, Frances Metz, Edith Packard, Rita 
LaFlamme, Stacia Golash, Hazel Packard, Virginia Shumway, Raymond 

Second Row — Betty Penn, Barbara Edwards, Jane Bickford, Carlton Field, Barbara 
Lloyd, Ruth Evans, Phyllis West, Helen Batura, James Stone. 

Third Row — Janice Wells, Donald Otis, George Warner, Warren Gould, Hazel Torrey. 

J is for the Juniors jolly ; 

U is for Uncalled-for folly. 

N is for their Neighborly ways, 

I is for Infallible plays. 

O is for their Orators few ; 

R is for the Real work they do ; 

S is for their Scholarship true. 



Class of 1940 

First Row — Marcia Ingellis, Gertrude Richardson, Eugene Costello, Florence Packard, 
William Ryan, Velma Brown, Raymond Johndrow, Doris Williams. 

Second Row — Richard Bates, Shirley Rhoades, Ann Lloyd, Helen Childs, Jean Everett, 
Bernard Murphy, Leslie Cole, Rita LaCourse, Kenneth Torrey, Jeanette 

Third Row — Doris Saho, Myla Campbell, Logia Jablonski, Ruth Dodge, Marion Sabo, 
Henry Willson, Glendon Mason, Bernard Sampson, Winthrop Stone, Ashton 

Absent — Stephen Golash, Vera Harrison, Elizabeth Knight, Peggy MacLeod, Harold 
Mollison, Frances Molloy, Barbara Nash, Richard Watling. 

S is for these Spirited Soph'mores ; 
O is for the Occasional snores; 
P is for the Primping lasses; 
H is for their Harassing classes. 
O is for the Outlandish answers; 
M is for the Marvelous dancers. 
O is for their Outrageous actions; 
R is for the Rascally factions. 
E is for Ennui so prominent; 
S is for Studiousness absent. 



Class of 1941 

First Row — Edward Lloyd, James Childs, Faith Dresser, Constance Granger, Frederick 
King, June Bowker, Russell Bisbee, Wellington Graves, Marjorie Payson, 
David West, Lida Miner, Hope Jarvis, Robert Kearney, Robert McAllister. 

Second Row — Henry Kopka, Burt Sanderson, Josephine Cerpovicz, Esther Mollison, 
Donald Bickford, Leo Dymerski, John Kulas, Floyd Nye, Robert Newell, 
Lillian Deaton, Gerald Larkin, Glen Damon, Richard Culver, Louis 
Hathaway, Francis Cooney, Ralph Bates, Peter Gromelski, Rita Kulash, 
Janet Baker, Joseph Brady, Edward Ames, Ralean Todd, Phyllis Sutherland. 

Third Row — Bessie Polwrek, Adelbert Roberge, Lucius Merritt, Leo Stone, Harold 
Hillenbrand, Mary Daniels, Frederick Allen, Walter Lentner, Dorothy 
Fisher, Stanley Kuznik. 

Absent — Merwin Clark 

F is for the Frolicking Freshmen ; 

R is for the Resulting commotion. 

E is for their Energy endless; 

S is for their Spirits bendless. 

H is for the Happy-go-luckies ; 

M is for the Many so plucky. 

E is for this Ever-ready class; 

N is for the Noise we hope won't last. 





In school, and in every activity into which 
we enter, we find a few people who stand 
out because of their ability to lead the 
others. We admire these few, and usually 
follow them meekly, accepting them as our 

But why cannot we possess this ability 
which we esteem in others? What is ne- 
cessary to become a leader whom people 
will look up to and respect? 

The first requirement for leadership is a 
pleasing personality. A bright smile and 
a friendly word go a surprisingly long way 
toward drawing people to us. If we act 
cold and conceited, giving the impression 
that people annoy us, we will soon be avoid- 
ed by every one. On the other hand, a 
cheerful disposition and a friendly interest 
in others will bring us an unlimited num- 
ber of friends. 

Another quality, indispensible in a lead- 
er, is self-confidence. A shy person, living 
in constant dread of making an awkward 
blunder if he tries to voice his opinion, usu- 
ally remains silent in his corner, ignored 
by everyone. 

A person who has confidence in himself 
will first consider an idea thoroughly, and 
then, being sure that he is right, will not 
be afraid to defend his opinion. Such a 
person knows that only by showing confi- 
dence in himself will he encourage others 
to put their trust in him. 

In considering these qualities, which are 
so necessary to become a leader, we find 
that every one of them can be acquired. 
Of course, to do this may be, for some of 
us, an extremely difficult task. However, 
we must remember that the most impor- 
tant things in life are never gained by shirk- 
ers, and with this in mind, we should not 

be afraid to try hard, knowing that as a re- 
sult, we may become true leaders. 

Margaret Lenihan '38 


Yesterday the web was brushed away. 
Today there is another in its place. If 
once again it were to be destroyed, the 
little spider would carefully weave his 
home in spite of the fact that destruction 
overtook it twice. We might well think 
this over before we smile at the spider. 
For this insignificant insect sets a shining 
example of a characteristic which is so vi- 
tally needed in the world today. PERSE- 

Without that trait the political freedom 
we enjoy would yet be unknown ; the at- 
tempts to eliminate horrible diseases would 
have been given up; the inventions which 
we take for granted would be unheard of. 
When we look over the history of any one 
of the above fields, we can readily see the 
part played by perseverance. 

You who for the first time are leaving ac- 
customed comforts and are going out into 
the world need the lesson that the great 
men who persevered and made our nation 
what it is today, have shown us in the glor- 
ious culmination of their achievements. To 
succeed today you MUST persevere. This 
"stick-to-it-iveness" is sometimes the only 
thing between life and death. The true 
test is not the fact that success always at- 
tends you, but how well you can turn de- 
feat into good fortune. 

Perhaps you may not readily achieve 
your ambitions. Will you lie forever de- 
feated, or like the spider will you start 
anew? If you choose the latter course, 
you will find it hard to lose. Let your 
watchword be PERSEVERANCE. 

Violet Arnold '38 



(With humble apologies to Mr. Lincoln) 

Three years and ten months ago, our 
buses brought forth to this town, a new 
class, conceived in mischief and dedicated 
to the proposition that all students are creat- 
ed equal. 

Now we are engaged in a great gradua- 
tion, testing whether this class or any 
class, so conceived and so dedicated, can 
long endure. We are met in the new As- 
sembly Hall of this day. We have come 
to dedicate a portion of this school as a 
memorable teaching place for those who 
here gave their time, that this class might 



live. It is altogether fitting and proper 
that we should do this. 

But, in a larger sense, we cannot dedi- 
cate — we cannot consecrate — we cannot 
hallow — this school. The patient teachers, 
present and former, who struggled here 
have consecrated it, far above our poor 
power to add or substract. The town will 
surely note and long remember what we 
gained here, for it can never forget what 
they did here. It is for us the stu- 
dents, rather, to be dedicated here to the 
unfinished work which they who taught here 
have thus far so nobly advanced. It is ra- 
ther for us to be dedicated to the great task 
remaining before us — that from these hon- 
ored teachers we take increased knowledge 
to that cause for which they gave their own 
full measure of instruction; that we here 
highly resolve that these teachers shall not 
have taught in vain; that this class, under 
Experience, shall have a new birth of 
knowledge ; and this high school of the pu- 
pils, by the pupils, and for the pupils, 
shall not vanish from "Burgy". 

Dorothy Joyal '38 


I think that I shall never see 

A car like Garibaldi; 

A car whose parts are everywhere 

And in whose tires there is no air; 

A car that is extremely old 

And will not budge when it is cold ; 

Upon whose hood much rust has lain 

Because of days out in the rain; 

'Tis treasured by our Coach we know, 

But who on earth can make it go? 

Barbara Lloyd '39 


Say, Daddy, won't you tell me 

The terrible news I heard? 

I scarcely can believe it — 

Each cold and cruel word. 

They say because I'm young and bold, 

I never can be president, 

Or hope to fill that Chair. 

You fought beneath Old Glory 

In the late and awful war, 

And the shot and shell that rose and fell 

Some noble heart it tore. 

Both pain and desolation 

The folks at home did share; 

And if I serve my country, Dad, 

Why can't I fill that Chair? 

You often spoke of Grandpa, 

Who fought in sixty-three, 

You have followed in his footsteps 

And expect the same of me. 

I'll follow our Old Glory 

And my country's troubles share, 

And serving God and Nation, Dad, 

Why can't I fill that Chair? 

Ted Ames '41 


(This essay won the school Constitutional 
Essay Contest sponsored by the United 
States Constitution Sesquicentennial Com- 

When the Constitution of the United 
States was being drawn up in Philadelphia 
in 1787, few of its framers realized what 
vast domains their country was destined to 
rule, what international prestige it would 
command, what millions of loyal citizens 
would pay it homage. But they did realize 
the necessity of a written charter as a ba- 
sis for government, a charter consisting of 
definitely expressed, fundamental laws. 
This realization brought forth a constitu- 
tion which has surmounted unforeseen exi- 
gencies at home, has served as a model for 
the constitutions of democratic govern- 
ments abroad, and has become enshrined 
in the hearts of all true Americans. 

In reality, this written Constitution was 
not the original composition of one group 
of men, nor the product of one epoch. Its 
roots reach far back into the history of 
man's struggle for individual rights and 
freedom. Centuries before the Philadel- 
phia Convention, men had become aware of 
the fact that in a definite written charter 
lay their best hope of personal liberty. In 
early history, Draco's Code in Athens and 
the Laws of the Twelve Tables in Rome 
were in effect written constitutions includ- 
ing definitely stated, basic laws, which ex- 
panded as the nations expanded. In Eng- 
land, one of the earliest concrete manifes- 
tations of this trend toward written laws 
was the Magna Charta, a document which, 
with its supplements, the Petition of Right 
and Bill of Rights, is the most direct fore- 
runner of our Constitution. Yet when 
these initial charters had been obtained by 
the English people they proceeded no far- 
ther, but contented themselves merely with 
unwritten customs and traditions. Why, in 



later years, did not the English people 
bring into full bloom the flower which bud- 
ded at Runnymede? 

Such was the background from which 
the members of the Constitution Conven- 
tion drew their conviction that a written 
charter was absolutely necessary for a 
stable government. This conviction was 
further strengthened by the success of their 
state charters, founded on the same prin- 
ciple. This cumulative knowledge, supple- 
mented by their experience with the Ar- 
ticles of Confederation, made them realize 
the futility of trying to establish a new 
nation either with no written constitution 
or with one of very limited powers. There- 
fore, the framers of the American Consti- 
tution determined to make that document 
the crystallization of traditional principles 
of government into specific forms, and the 
logical conclusion of beginnings made by 
earlier charters. 

Many malcontents grant that a written 
constitution would be feasible if it could 
be amended easily. "Oar Constitution," 
they say, "is too rigid, too difficult to 
change, and therefore is not fit to be the 
axis of a nation's government." Of course, 
a government, to be vital, should conform 
to the spirit of the people, but would that 
government "promote the general welfare" 
if its fundamental charter were so easy to 
change that any radical, supported by the 
Congress, could change its aim completely? 
This happened in Italy. Do we want it to 
happen here? No! And it need not hap- 
pen here so long as our Constitution re- 
mains a breakwater of definite, written laws 
to protect our nation from the onslaughts 
of autocracy and radicalism. 

For centuries in the past and for cen- 
turies to come, national stability has been 
and will continue to be, as the Massachu- 
setts Constitution so wisely stated, "a gov- 
ernment of laws and not of men" — in a 
government of laws born of man's age-old 
struggle for personal liberty and set down 
in definite terms as a framework of gov- 
ernment. Our Constitution was created 
from these ideals and written down with 
supreme simplicity of language, clarity of 
thought, and precision of expression. If 
this is wrested from us, or if we cast aside 
our basic written laws for the whims and 
prejudices of demagogues, then, and then 
only, shall the Torch of Liberty cease to 
burn in our land. Eleanor Swenson '38 


I once owned a car; 

It didn't travel far, 
For the wheel came off, 

And the tires went soft, 
The gas tank went dry, 

The horn began to die, 
So I put my car away, of course, 

And went and bought myself a horse. 

James Stone '39 


Upon a hill a pine tree stands, 
Tall and mighty in the breeze, 

Its branches stretched as praying hands, 
The proudest of all trees. 

This mighty pine has been, for years, 

My guardian and my friend, 
Its strength to sooth my cares and fears 

I pray, will never end. 

Through rains and winds and lightning bold 

My tree remains unharmed, 
And e'en by freezing winter's cold, 

This giant is not alarmed. 

And so, dear king of trees, I pray 

That you may ever stand, 
Look down and guard us every day, 

And with God bless our land. 

Margaret Lenihan '38 


Far out on the arid desert the sun beat 
down with merciless intensity upon a lone 
man. He had no name; he was one of 
many seeking a pot of gold at the end of 
the rainbow — a dreamer, dreaming dreams 
of untold wealth that he would sometime 

He stumbled and fell; then he painfully 
rose and trudged on. His parched, dust- 
caked lips formed one word, "Water." 
Would no one hear his pitiful cry? His 
bloodshot eyes sought the vast wastes with 
silent hope, his quest for gold temporarily 
forgotten in his need for water. Then he 
straightened. Water? Yes! Not two hun- 
dred feet away a water hole filled with 
blessed water. His pace quickened, but his 
strength failed him, and he fell again. The 
sun smiled and shone brighter . He pulled 
himself erect again and looked at the sun. 
Suddenly he laughed, a low half-crazed 



"I've fooled you," he said, shaking his 
fist at the blazing ball of fire. 

"I'm going to find my gold now. Ten 
days they told me it would take to cross 
this desert. Ten days I've endured this 
purgatory. Tomorrow, tomorrow I'll be in 
the richest gold field in the world. I'll 
be ." 

He swayed crazily and fell for the third 
time. Then with the thought of the water 
just a few feet ahead of him, he crawled to- 
ward the water hole slowly, slowly. Ah ! he 
was there. He dipped his hand in the cool 
water. Water? No! Sand! A mirage! 
Tired, disappointed, he toppled to the 
ground. Then with determination he sat 


"You won't win," he said to the tortur- 
ing sun. Painfully he crawled a few feet 
more ; then, for the last time he fell face 
down in the sand. 

So the unknown died. The sun smiled 
as if at a monstrous joke, for he alone 
knew that the fabulous treasure field be- 
yond was exceedingly rich in fool's gold. 

Betty Penn '39 


The world is slipping, definitely slipping. 
The Chinese eat rice with their chopsticks, 
and neatly, too. The cannibals they say, 
eat with their fingers, although personally 
I cannot vouch for their neatness. But the 
whole world eats spaghetti, with knife, 
fork, spoon, or any other implement avail- 
able, and the sad fact is that usually they 
succeed only in covering themselves gen- 
erously with tomato sauce. The world has 
lost its finesse. What has become of the 
lost art of manipulating that slippery food 
of Italy? 

Many and varied are the techniques of 
eating. One of the most well known of 
them all, however, is the "Mr. Milquetoast" 
technique. The devotees of this school of 
spaghetti-eating can easily be spotted by 
their habit of gently prodding the nearest 
coil and then glancing quickly around to 
see if any one is watching. "Oh!" says the 
psychiatrist, "an example of childhood re- 
pression ! Beware !" 

Next let us consider the "do-or-die" type, 
otherwise known as the hopeful inhalation 
technique. The disciples of this school 
bravely snare as many strings as possible, 
heap them high, and inhale deeply. But on 

guard, my children; thus have the mighty 

Since now you must feel sufficiently well 
acquainted with the connoisseurs of the 
art of spaghetti eating, we will discuss 
one of the most despicable creatures on 
this earth — the "cutter-upper." He is one 
of the lowest of all types of humanity. 
Never, my children, should you ask any ac- 
complished spaghetti eater to associate with 
a cutter-upper, or the former would never 
speak to you again. Remember this above 
all things, and next time when you go out 
with the pretty girl from across the street, 
don't order spaghetti! 

Eleanor Swenson '38 


Look, Love, along the low hills 

The first star! 

God's hand is lighting the watchfires for us, 

To last until dawn. 

Hark, Love, the wild whippoorwills! 
Those weird bars, 

Full of dark passion, piercing dim forests, 
All night, on and on 

'Till the brimmed bowl of life spills, 
And time mars 

One piece of his handicraft, love's lifetime, 
From sunrise to dawn. 

Foolish heart, fearful of ills! 

Shall the stars 

Require reason, the birds ask a morrow? 

Heed you love alone! 

Jean Everett '40 


Ruth and Marjorie entered their two-by- 
four apartment. Throwing her hat on the 
chair, Ruth sank down on to the couch with 
a sigh of relief as she said — "Am I 
glad another day at the factory is 
finished? How I hate that place! If 
this depression hadn't come I'd be on Easy 
Street by now. But, as it is, I'm pretty 
lucky. What a fool you must have thought 
I was, pouring out all my woes to you that 
first day. Remember when you spoke to 
me because we both looked so much alike?" 

"Oh, forget it, Ruth. We were rather 
low on funds so we got an apartment to- 
gether. Anyway, any two girls looking as 
much like twins as we do ought to live to- 



gether. Now, cheer up, and tell me about 
this mystery man who is my blind date for 
New Year's Eve. By the way, when did 
you say your Jim was coming back? 

"When he wrote last time, he said he 
would get into town about nine New Year's 
Eve and that I was to reserve a table at 
The Stork Club for the four of us. We're 
going to pick him up at the station and go 
to the Club, where Bill will be. Your mys- 
tery man, as you call him, isn't very mys- 
terious. But he looks terribly unhappy. 
You know, he's been hanging around for — 
a-a-a-well, I met him a couple of weeks 
after I met you. He said I looked so much 
like someone who was dear to him that he 
liked to be with me, although he wasn't in 
love with me. So, as long as Jim was out 
of town, we went around together. Oh, I 
told him how beautiful you were and that 
you were almost my twin, so of course he 
wanted to meet you, and I fixed up this 
date. That's all I know about him except 
that his name's Bill Smith, and he's tall, 
dark, and handsome — an answer to any 
maiden's prayer, but he's not for me!" 

"Well, if that's all you can tell me, I'm 
going to get supper and turn in as soon as 
possible because I'm so-o-o-o-tired. Come 
on, let's get busy!" 


"Hello, Jim! I'm so glad to see you. I've 
missed you so much! This is my friend 
Marjorie. . I had the table reserved, and 
Bill, Marjorie's date, is going to meet as 
there. But now do tell me about your 
trip out West." 

As the taxi sped on its way to the club, 
Marjorie sighed as she watched this happy 
meeting and thought how a tall, dark, hand- 
some man had once felt the same way to- 
ward her. But Marjorie's thoughts were 
soon interrupted because they arrived at 
their destination where they found Bill 

"Marjorie, this is Bill. Well, Bill, wasn't 
I right in saying she was beautiful?" ques- 
tioned Ruth. 

But Bill, whose eyes had never left Mar- 
jorie's since they met, didn't even smile. 
He merely said, "Absolutely the most beau- 
tiful woman I ever saw. Marjorie, will you 
dance with me?" 

As they moved off Ruth turned to Jim 
with ;i slightly puzzled air. "Didn't you 

think they acted awfully funny, Jim?" 

"It struck me that way too, but forget 
it, honey. Let's dance." 

Marjorie and Bill danced in silence for 
a few moments, an electric silence, tingl- 
ing with emotion. 

At last Bill spoke. "Marjorie, you think 
you know me, but you don't at all. I'm 
not the Bill who was your husband. He 
died after long weeks of loneliness and re- 
pentance, and I was born in his place. I 
know now that every word of reproach you 
spoke was true and deserved. I was a cad 
and a parasite; all that you said and more, 
but now I'm on my own. I haven't had a 
drop to drink in the two years you've 
been gone. I've learned a lot in those two 
years, but the most important lesson I've 
learned is that the biggest thing in the 
world is our love." 

Marjorie heard him in a kind of a daze. 
This couldn't be true, but one phrase stood 
out in the turmoil of her mind. 

"What do you mean, 'on my own'?" 

"I bought a candy store. I'm getting 
more business every day, so that now I can 
support a wife with my own money, and if 
you'll come back to me, we'll start over 

"Bill, I've missed you — missed you more 
than I realized. After seeing you, I 
couldn't leave you again. Let's go tell 
Ruth, and then I want to see the candy 

They returned to the table, to find Ruth 
and Jim already seated there. 

"Ruth, you told me once this young la- 
dy's name was Miss Marjorie Ainsley. But 
now it's my turn to do the introducing. 
Meet — Marjorie, my wife. 

Ruth Ellen Newell '38 


A lonely seed casts off its shell, 
Finds life within its earthen bower. 
'Tis Spring. 

A bud bursts forth with sweetest smell ; 
A rose is born, called heaven's flower. 

'Tis Summer. 
A touch of frost is in the air, 
Turning green leaves to red and gold. 

'Tis Autumn. 
Snow-flakes gently fall here and there; 
An icy blast that's chill and cold. 

'Tis Winter. 

Bernard K. Sampson '40 



to the right and 
of buildings be- 


When entering the city of Fall River, 
one gets the impression of a beautiful an- 
cient city built on the side of a hill. He is 
impressed with the area which it covers, 
for as far as he can see 
left, stretches the mass 
longing to that one city. 

At the foot of the hill is that attractive 
Taunton River looking almost like a lake, 
and sparkling like diamonds in the sunlight. 

The tall spires and domes are the next to 
catch the visitor's eye. To him it looks as 
though the city harbored many cathedrals 
similar to those in ancient Greece. 

The sight is so unusual that it takes one's 
breath away to look at it, for it seems to 
be a picture out of a book, with sunbeams 
darting out from behind a few scattered 
clouds to fall on the roofs below. 

On die side of a hill gently sloping, 
Stretching from East to West, 

Lies a city looking joyful as it 
Slumbers in peaceful rest. 

The beautiful spires and domes keep vigil 
Throughout the long night and day; 

While nearby the happy Taunton River 
Sparkles like diamonds at play. 

Majestic as those of Greece or Rome, 

This city truly doth look 
In all its splendor, pomp, and grace, 

Like a picture from a book. 

Dorothy Joyal '38 


At twilight, when the red-orange glow 
of the fading sunset cloaks the countryside 
in a mystic light, I love to swing in my 
hammock and listen to the wind murmuring 
musically in the leaves of the maple trees. 
The sturdy branches, growing dark against 
the still-light sky, are gently swayed from 
side to side. Now and then a scarcely au- 
dible twitter of some drowsy bird is heard 
above the whispering of the breeze. What 
utter calm pervades my soul ! The care, 
the toil, the excitement of the day fade 
from my memory under the potent wand 
of Mother Nature, weaving her spell. A 
sense of loneliness fills my heart, and I long- 
to be a part of that tranquil scene. And 
if I lie still and listen and watch, I think 
perhaps I am. 

When sunset fades and sheds its mellow 

Over the countryside, I love to swing in 

my hammock 
And listen to the wind in the trees. 
The sturdy branches, growing dark against 

the sky 
Sway gently from side to side. The sleepy 

Twitter softly above the murmur of the 

Peace and calm pervade my soul. The 

cares of the day 
Fade away and leave my heart lonely, filled 

with longing 
To be a part of that tranquil scene. 
And if I lie still and listen and watch 

I think perhaps I am 

Violet Arnold '38 


I've cleaned a million spark plugs, 
Changed a thousand tires or so, 
Never knew what trouble was 
Till I learned to stop and go. 

I love each creaking rusty joint 
Within this hunk of tin. 
I love each piston's lusty clank 
Above the motor's din. 

A car I've always called her, 
But no one flatters me. 
My friends call her a pile of junk, 
Or just a wandering flea. 

All like to take a ride with me. 
They think my purse a mint. 
The tank I fill with gasoline, 
No stoop, no squat, no squint. 

Bernard K. Sampson '40 



Tattler Staff 

Seated Helen Rosemary noski, Thomas Coogan, Faculty Adviser Miss Walsh, 

Margaret Lenihan, Eleanor Swenson. 
Standing Stacia Golash, Rita LaFlamme, Dorothy Joyal, George Warner, 

Roberta Colburn, Violet Arnold, Richard Ames. 

Absent Francis Molloy. 



Rear row: Margaret Lenihan, Eleanor Swenson, George Warner, Ruth Black, Raymond 

Second: Frances Metz, Dorothy Joyal, Ruth Newell. 
Seated: Rita LaFlamme, Edith Packard, Violet Arnold, Roberta Colburn. 

Pro Merito Society 

The Pro Merito Society consists of twelve 
members, seven of whom are seniors and 
five juniors. In the fall we elected the fol- 
lowing officers from each group: 


President — Violet Arnold 

Vice-President — Roberta Colburn 

Secretary — Margaret Lenihan 

Treasurer — Ruth Newell 


President — Edith Packard 

Vice-President — Rita LaFlamme 

Secretary-Treasurer — Frances Metz 

The fall convention of the Pro Merito So- 
ciety was held in Chicopee Falls on Oct. 9, 
1937. All of the Williamsburg group were 
present accompanied by Miss Dunphy. At 
the general business meeting the various 
schools represented gave accounts of their 
activities since the last meeting. Of special 
interest were the privileges given to Pro 
Merito members in some schools, — for ex- 
ample — a double set of books, exemption 

from final exams, and permission to leave 
school during the last period if the student 
has no class. The convention accepted an 
invitation from Arms Academy to hold its 
spring meeting there. Harold Crosier of 
Arms was chosen as president. The stu- 
dents from Technical High School of 
Springfield gave a model assembly program 
after which we had lunch. In the after- 
noon Superintendent of Chicopee Schools 
Desmond gave an interesting talk. 

On May 7, 1938 the second convention 
was held at Arms Academy, Shelburne 
Falls. Miss Dunphy and seven of our 
members were present. At the business 
meeting Williamsburg High School extend- 
ed an invitation to the Society to hold its 
next convention there. It was accepted 
and Edith Packard was chosen as Presi- 
dent. After the business meeting the "In- 
duction Service" was presented by Arms 
students. It was written by Mr. Froberger, 

(Continued on page 37) 



Standing: Roberta Colburn, debater'; Margaret Lenihan, Coach Philip Melody, Rita 
LaFlamme, Thomas Coogan" 

Seated: Eleanor Swenson*, Ruth Black :: , Mrs. R. A. Warner, Dorothy Joyal. 

National Entrant.- 

Forensic Group 

President— Ruth Black 
Viet -Prt sidt n t — Roberta Colburn 
Secretary — Thomas Coogan 
Treasurer — Margaret Lenihan 

Executive Committet 
Helen Rosemarynoski 

Edith Packard 

Rita LaFlamme 

This year the Forensic Club feels proud 
of its achievements, although it has had 
fewer active members than usual. Never- 
theless, one of our members, a veteran 
orator of last year placed in the State 
Tournament, and three of them entered the 
Nationals. This is the third year that 
WHS has sent entrants to the National 
Forensic League's National Tournament. 

In March of this year, the Pre-State 
Speech Tournament was held in Hadley 
for the third time. The entrant.- were Ruth 
Black in Oratorical Declamation with 
"The Unknown Soldier" and in Dramatic 

Declamation with "Sparticus to the Glad- 
iators"; Thomas Coogan in Humorous 
Declamation with "Tom Sawyer Fakes a 
Dream"; Eleanor Swenson in Original 
Oratory with "The Genesis and Value 
of a Written Constitution"; Rita LaFlamme 
in Humorous Declamation with Booth Tar- 
kington's selection, "Jane"; and Dorothy 
Joyal in Dramatic Declamation with "White 
Lilacs." Ruth placed first in dramatic and 
second in Oratorical Declamation; Eleanor 
Swenson placed first, and Rita placed sec- 
ond, in their respective events. Their win- 
ning made these three eligible to enter the 
State Tournament, but those who did not 
place were eligible also, as Williamsburg 
High is one of the NFL chartered schools, 
and so may enter a full quota of fourteen 
contestants in the State Tournament. 

April first dawned, and six, happy, eager 
orators impatiently waited to start on their 

(Continued on page 36) 



Seated — Francis Molloy, William Ryan, Gerald Larkin, Raymond Johndrow, 
Bernard Murphy, Edward Ames. 

Standing — Richard Ames, Richard Watling, Richard Bates, George Warner, 
Coach Melody, Merwin Clark, Glen Damon, Manager Soltys. 

Baseball Team 

As was the case in basketball, so it was 
in baseball. A complete revival was staged 
during the 1938 season, and the Green 
Wave had one of its most successful seasons 
since 1929. Gerald Larkin was elected sap- 
tain of the team and Joseph Soltys, manag- 
er. The team started its 1938 campaign by 
dropping a 13-2 decision to Smith Acad- 
emy. Errors paved the way for the initial 
Green Wave set-back. 

Rebuilding his team and constantly 
shifting the lineup, Coach Melody was able 
to forge out a team that after its disas- 
trous start was able to win six straight 
contests without tasting defeat. Close 
calls were had at the hands of Charlemont 
high. However, the Green Wave was able 
to withstand belated rallies and come out 
on top in both contests, the score reading 
7-5 the first time and 8-5 in the return 

A capable hurler was found in Billy Ryari 
who pitched in all but one Burgy game 
and came out winning five and losing but 

one. Ray Johndrow held down the catching 
berth during the entire campaign. 

In his first season as a regular athletic 
mentor, Coach Phil Melody has worked 
wonders at Williamsburg high school. Start- 
ing out with mediocre material, he was able 
to build up an outstanding team which has 
finished in the top bracket of Western 
Massachusetts high school standings. The 
Green Wave will lose but one man by 
graduation when Dick Ames leaves this 
month. Prospects for a much brighter 
season for 1939 are at present very high 
and the Green Wave will again have an 
outstanding baseball team. Scores of games 

played are as follows: 

W.H.S. 2 Smith Academy 13 

W.H.S. 7 Charlemont 5 

W.H.S. 18 Sanderson Academy 2 

W.H.S. 16 Clarke School 1 

W.H.S. 8 Charlemont 5 

W.H.S. 19 Clarke School 3 

W.H.S. 10 Sanderson Academy 2 



Seated — Edward Ames, Richard Ames, Coach Melody, William Ryan, Gerald Larkin. 
Standing — Manager Coogan, Bernard Murphy, Richard Watling, George Warner, 
Stephen Golash, Francis Cooney, Cheer Leader Robert McAllister. 

Boys' Basketball 

After a disastrous season during 1937, 
the Green Wave was not conceded much 
of a chance in this season's campaign. How- 
ever, when the initial practice was called, 
Mr. Philip Melody, newly appointed Coach 
and Athletic Director, met twenty candi- 
dates. After several drills, this number 
was cut down to twelve and included three 
of last season's vets, Dick Ames, Dick Wat- 
ling and Steve Golash. Newcomers on the 
varsity were Adam Golash, Cooney, War- 
ner and Ryan. 

Greatly aided by the lowly "scrubs", the 
varsity was able to drill extensively on its 
new plays. Opening the season in an au- 
spicious fashion, the Green Wave won over 
Cummington and Huntington high schools 
before tasting its first defeat. Going into 
Franklin League competition, the charges 
of Phil Melody dropped their first game to 
Charlemont, then came back winning over 
Powers Institute and Sanderson Academy, 
twice. These three wins, together with 
Powers' victory over Charlemont, put the 

Green Wave in a tie for the Franklin 
League leadership. 

On February 11th at Williamsburg, the 
Green Wave met Charlemont High in its 
most important game of the season. Tak- 
ing the lead at the outset, Williamsburg 
paced its rival for three quarters of the 
game. Then in the final quarter Charle- 
mont knotted the count with 2 minutes re- 
maining. Baskets by Dick Ames and Coo- 
ney in waning seconds clinched the con- 
test for the Green Wave and put Burgy in 
sole possession of first place. 

On February 18th, Williamsburg tra- 
velled to Bernardston, and the Powers team 
threw a scare into their ranks before the 
Green Wave finally won out in a "sudden 
death" period on Dick Ames' basket. 

Thus ended another championship season 
for Williamsburg high school, and a cham- 
pionship team for Coach Melody in his first 
year in the coaching ranks. Further satis- 
faction was achieved when the Green Wave 
(Continued on page 33) 



Seated — Rita Kulash, Charlotte Otis, Ruth Black, Stacia Golash. 

Standing — Cheer Leader Edith Packard, Jennie Nurczyk, Logia Jablonski, Coach 

Melody, Shirley Rhoades, June Bowker, Cheer Leader Rita LaFlamme. 

Girls' Basketball 

Although the girls worked hard the re- 
sults of the games this year were not as 
successful as in previous years. However, 
they hope to have a much better record 
next year as most of the members are re- 
turning, and only two members will be lost 
through graduation. 

Games were played with: 


downed the Haydenville Raiders in a post- 
season game. All told the Green Wave 
won eight games and lost three in scholas- 
tic competition ; in independent competi- 
tion, Williamsburg won one and lost one, 
losing to an Alumni team. Due credit be- 
longs to Coach Melody for instilling a 
sporting spirit into his players and for his 
unfailing interest in his candidates. 
W.H.S. 35 Cummington J. H. S. 24 

W.H.S. 25 Huntington High 21 




Ruth Black, c. 

Jennie Nurczyk, r.f. 

Stacia Gc 

dash, e.g. 

Shirley Rhoades, l.f. 

Logia Ja 

blonski, r.g. 

Rita Kulash, l.g. 

June Bov 





l page 32) 

W.H.S. 26 

Charlemont High 


W.H.S. 48 

Sanderson Academy 


W.H.S. 29 

Huntington High 


W.H.S. 24 

Powers Inst. 


W.H.S. 44 

Cummington H. S. 


W.H.S. 35 

Sanderson Academy 


W.H.S. 24 

Charlemont High 


W.H.S. 31 

Powers Inst. 


W.H.S. 41 



W.H.S. 16 

Clarke School 


W.H.S. 37 





Alumni Editor — Helen Rosemarynoski 


President — George Judd 
Vice-President — Allan Bisbee 
Seereta ry — Thomas Barrus 
Treasurer — Alfred Pomeroy 


Lawson Clark 
Robert Brown 
Walter Kulash 
Marie Allaire 
Mrs. Ethel Ryan 
Robert Mathers 

Miss Anne T. Dunphy 

Mrs. Raymond A. Warner 

Miss Mary T. Walsh 

Mr. Edward C. Foster 

Miss Lilian C. Curran 

Mr. Philip Melody 


Daughter to Maude Warner Sanderson '18 
Son to Philip Cook '32 
Daughter to Edith Pearl Ylitalo '29 
Daughter to Lawson Clark '33 
Daughter to Helen Demerski Morin '35 


Esther Clark '36 to Joseph Sena 
Hazel Alexander '04 to Ernest Damon 
Charles Damon '32 to Alice Kellogg 
Ethel Mosher '33 to William Ryan 
Catherine Grace '33 to Walter Marrino 
Henry T. Drake '28 to Iona Ruth Martin 
Roslyn Brown '31 to Oland C. Hiilier 
Logia Kmit '28 to George Adler 
Edward Schuler '24 to Ann Singleton 


Richard Burke '33 — Worcester Tech 
Mildred Sylvester '34 — Smith College 
Catherine Paul '35 — Rutland State Hospital 
Bessie Muraski '35 — Rutland State Hospital 
Walter Golash '36— Stockbridge School of 

Pauline Packard '36 — Northampton Com- 
mercial College 


Lottie Algustoski — Northampton Commer- 
cial College (Night) 
Annetta Barrus — Bates College, Maine 
Ruth Barrus — Massachusetts State College, 

Amherst, Mass. 
Robert Bisbee — Northampton Commercial 

Lillian Blanchard — Post Graduate, W.H.S. 
Barbara Burt — Working in Springfield 
Lawrence Corbett — Working in Northamp- 
Ruth Cousino — Working in Northampton 
Phyllis Damon — Working in Amherst 
Christine Field — Smith Vocational School 

Edward Fontaine At home 

Dorothy Harrison — Working in Ashfield 
William Howe — Goulds Academy, Maine 
Helen Kolosewicz — Northampton Commer- 
cial College 
Adeline Merritt — Student Nurse at Cooley 

Dickinson Hospital 
Fern Mosher — McCarthy's Business College 
Lena Nietsche — Northampton Commercial 

Katharine Ozzolek — Student Nurse at Pro- 
vidence Hospital, Holyoke 

Winifred Packard — At home 

Janice Penn — At home 

Wendell Pittsinger — Smith Vocational 

Warren Russell — At home 

Edna Thayer — Working in Northampton 

Vernon West — Working in Northampton 

Allan Bisbee '35 — Student at New England 
School of Embalming, Boston, Mass. 

Phyllis Baker '31 — Teaching in Old Lyme, 

Harriet Dodge '33 — Secretarial work in 
Boston, Mass. 

George Demetriou '33 — Working in Sagi- 
naw, Michigan 

Frederick Goodhue '33 — Student at Tufts 
Medical College, New Bedford 

Walter Kulash '29 — Rural Mail Carrier in 

Dorothy Metz '35 — Working for Arnold & 
Skinner Law Firm, Providence 

Rowena Pittsinger '33 — Teaching in West 

Catherine Vining '35— Working at McCal- 
lum's Dept. Store, Northampton (office) 



The Ohio Trip 

On Friday morning, April 29, three stu- 
dents from Williamsburg High School and 
their coach, Mrs. Warner, with Vernon 
Beals as driver, set out on their journey to 
the National Forensic League Tournament 
at Wooster, Ohio. The "three students" were 
Ruth Black, Eleanor Swenson, and Thomas 
Coogan, and we were all excited to think 
we were actually on the way to a national 
forensic contest. A little before noon we 
began to see signs advertising Howe Cav- 
erns, and although it was a little off our 
route we decided to take the hour's tour 
through the caves. The trip proved very 
interesting, particularly to Ruth because 
she was our geology expert. Among the 
strange rock formations we saw a Chinese 
pagoda and a model of Tom Sawyer's straw 

After our tour many hundreds of feet 
underground, we had lunch and then went 
on to Buffalo, where we spent the night. 

Saturday morning, we crossed the Peace 
Bridge at Buffalo and drove along the Ca- 
nadian shore of Lake Erie toward Niagara 
Falls. Just as we reached the Falls, whose 
spray we could see from a distance, the 
sun came out and cast its brilliant rays on 
the foaming water, making a glorious sight. 
After leaving Niagara Falls we crossed to 
the United States again and went to Fort 
Niagara, on the shore of Lake Ontario. This 
old fort has a very interesting history, hav- 
ing belonged to France, England, and the 
United States, and it is the only fort in the 
country where the flags of these three na- 
tions fly side by side. After going through 
the many old buildings making up the fort, 
we went on down the shore of Lake Erie 
again toward Cleveland. On the way we 
were particularly impressed by the beauty 
of the sunset over the vast waters of the 
lake. Early in the evening we reached 
Conneaut, Ohio, where we spent the night. 
Then on Sunday morning after being awak- 
ened by Mrs. Warner at 5 o'clock instead 
of 7, we went on through Cleveland and 
then south to Wooster. This pleasant town 
was to be our home for the next four days. 

Thursday afternoon we started out again, 
after a grand time in Wooster. We were 
sorry to leave the many friends we had 

made, but the tournament was over, and we 
knew the high school couldn't possibly get 
along without us much longer. By Thurs- 
day evening we had reached Uniontown, 
Pennsylvania, after stopping along the way 
to get some lumps of coal from a mine near 
the roadside. We had also passed through 
Pittsburg, where we wondered why the 
houses didn't slide down the steep hillsides. 
Pittsburg certainly has its ups and downs! 

Friday morning we got off to a fine start 
by driving twenty-five miles in a direction 
exactly opposite to the one we should have 
taken. We saw some very fine coal mines 
along the way, but even these didn't com- 
pensate for the time we lost. Finally, how- 
ever, we got back on the right road and 
headed for Frederick, Maryland, where 
Barbara Fritchee made her famous speech. 
After eating lunch just across the street 
from her house, we drove to Washington, 
arriving there in the late afternoon. We 
tried to reach Mount Vernon before the 
gates were closed, but were too late and 
only saw the mansion from a distance. Then 
on the way back to Washington we went 
through Fort Myer, Arlington Cemetery 
and Lee's mansion. 

After dinner in Washington we went to 
the Lincoln Memorial, the beauty of which 
impressed us greatly, and the Library of 
Congress, where we saw the original manu- 
scripts of the Declaration of Independence 
and the Constitution. We were fortunate 
also in seeing the fountains of the Capitol 
at night, when colored flood-lights make the 
fountains especially lovely. 

Saturday morning, after enjoying Mr. 
Treadway's hospitality at breakfast in the 
Congressional restaurant, we went to his 
office, since we had been unable to meet 
him before. Mr. Treadway very kindly 
lent us his chauffeur, Tom, and car for the 
morning. We then made a rather hurried 
tour of Washington under Tom's expert 
guidance. We went through the National 
Museum, the Pan-American building, the 
Corcoran Gallery and the White House, 
after which we returned to the Capital for 
the opening of an unusual Saturday ses- 
sion of the House. Here Eleanor felt quite 
at home, since she had become accustomed 



to Congressional procedure at the Student 
Congress in Ohio. Later we again met Mr. 
Treadway and were shown how the speeches 
delivered on the floor of the House were 
transcribed for the Congressional Record. 
But finally we had to say goodbye, after 
thanking Mr. Treadway for his many kind- 
nesses. The Washington Monument was 
our next stop, and many, too, were the 
stops as we climbed up the stairs. At last 
we reached the top and were rewarded with 
a gorgeous view of the city. 

Homeward bound! Saturday afternoon 
found us hurrying home after a marvelous 

trip. Burlington, New Jersey, was our 
stopping place that night and Sunday after- 
noon we were home again. We were all 
tired — especially Eleanor, because when- 
ever we passed a cemetery she would hold 
her breath until we had passed it. Many 
were the times she nearly stifled, when we 
passed a long one or stopped for a red 
light. Such are the tribulations of being 
superstitious ! 

But we all arrived home safe and sound, 
after a marvelous trip. We had made 
many new friends in Ohio and had seen 
many new sights, but home is the best place 
after all. 


(Continued from page 30) 
trip to Fall River. They had a delightful 
trip with their coach, Philip Melody, two 
former coaches, Miss Phyllis Baker and 
Mrs. Warner, and two other NFL'ers Ro- 
berta Colburn and Charles Warner, WHS 
"35". For this trip Margaret Lenihan 
joined the ranks and entered Oratorical 
Declamation with "The Big Parade." Here 
in the Friday afternoon preliminaries, 
Thomas placed first in Humorous Declama- 
tion with "Let Brotherly Love Continue"; 
Ruth Black first in Oratorical Declamation 
in Group A, and Margaret Lenihan first in 
the same class in Group B.. Thomas also 
won a place in the State Finals, thus becom- 
ing eligible to enter the National Speech 

The Nationals were held this year at 
Wooster, Ohio, between May 2nd and 6th. 
Early in the morning of April 29, Thomas, 
Ruth, and Eleanor, with Mrs. Warner as 
coach and Vernon Beals as driver, set out 
for Ohio. 

The greatest forensic honor that came to 
WHS this year was earned over a period 
of three years. This Distinguished Service 
Plaque, awarded for 50 citations for service, 
had been earned by only 20 of the 824 
schools which NFL had chartered up to 
1938. Ruth Black, as President of the 
Forensic Club, was our representative to 
accept the Plaque at Wooster, and made a 
very impressive speech. She also compet- 
ed in Oratorical Declamation. Eleanor 
Swenson attended as our Congressman (an- 
other school honor won because of our for- 
ensic activity over three years) and was 

made Chairman of the Foreign Affairs Com- 
mittee of the First National Student Con- 
gress for High School Students ever held 
in United States. Thomas Coogan, repre- 
senting not only Williamsburg High, but 
Massachusetts as well in Humorous Decla- 
mation, was a credit to both, although like 
some fifty others in that event he did not 
win honors. 

We appreciate the achievements of these 
representatives and the prestige which their 
participation in this national honors com- 
petition gave to our school and our town. 
We should also like to express our appre- 
ciation again for the generosity of those 
organizations that made their participation 
possible. We hope their achievements will 
be an incentive to on-coming classes to 
send full quotas to the State Tournaments 
and continue "Burgy's" prestige among 
Massachusetts High Schools for forensic 

Besides her work in the NFL Tourna- 
ments, Eleanor Swenson represented WHS 
in the American Legion Oratorical Con- 
tests, winning first place at Turners Falls 
in the Franklin-Hampshire District but los- 
ing in the zone contest in Springfield to 
more experienced orators. 

During the year, members of the speech 
classes, under the direction of their in- 
structor, Mr. Philip Melody, participated in 
radio programs which were broadcast twice 
a month over WSPR. These programs 
consisted of short plays, readings, and de- 
clamations and attracted much favorable 
comment from persons interested in speech 

At commencement exercises this year, 



four members of the graduating class — 
Roberta Colburn, Ruth Black, Eleanor 
Swenson and Thomas Coogan — will receive 
their degrees of honor and emerald-set Na- 

tional Forensic League keys for their out- 
standing records in forensic work. And so 
the activities of the Forensic Club will be 
ended for another year. 


(Continued from page 29) 
former principal of Arms Academy. It is 
a very inspiring ceremony, and one which 
many schools have adopted for initiating 

new members into the Society. After a 
delicious lunch an interesting talk was 
given on "Massachusetts' Firsts" by Miss 
Burkill of the History department at Arms. 


(Tune — "Thanks for the Memories") 

Thanks for the memories 

Of four long years of fun, 

Classes on the run, 

Algebra and English which we never could 

get done, 
How lovely it was. 
Thanks for the memories 
Of teachers kind and true, 
Students feeling blue, 
When tests came round 
And it was found 
That A's were rather few, 
How lovely it was. 

School days have rolled on so quickly, 
And now we must leave all these pleasures, 
We'll deem them the greatest of treasures, 
These four years spent, 
In sweet content. 
So thanks for the memories, 
Of happiness supreme, 
Rooting for our team. 
The friends we've made at Burgy High 
We ever will esteem; 
And thank you so much. 

Margaret Lenihan, '38 

Best Wishes 

To All 

Class of '38 


Rip Van Winkles 



Finest Eating Apples 

Quaint Atmosphere Opens Sept. 1st 


Gameness wins 

Success is attained where gameness overcomes failure. 
WOOL WORTH'S first five stores failed. 

GEORGE EASTMAN'S business collapsed after he 
founded it. But through resourcefulness and gameness 
he won out. 

EDISON went hungry many times before he became 

Be game. 

Haydenville Savings Bank 



Telephone 3451 



Tractors and Farm Machinery 

131 Bridge Street 

Tel. 2885 



James R. Mansfield & Son 

1 He 

uneral nome 


Pasteurized Milk & Cream 



East Main St. 


Dry Goods Store 

House Stal 

443 4941 



s St. Florence, Mass. 

Modern Education 

201 Main Street 

Our modern school systems put a lot of work upon growing eyes 
which puts a strain upon those with defective vision. Latent defects 
in the eyes of children should be carefully looked after. A little fore- 
sight now may keep them from wearing glasses later and will help 
them in their studies. Let us examine their eyes. 


Tel. 184-W 





To the graduates of the Williamsburg High School — 

Our congratulations and we hope that your future 

will be crowned with success. 

Let Daniel Outfit You For Graduation 

ADAM Your outfit will be correct but not expensive 

HATS Ask about our special proposition to Graduates 





Best Quality Strawberries 
J. M. Black & Son 

Equesta Farm 



Tel. 3562 

Good Things to Eat 



Candy Mailed 
Refreshing Sodas 

Tasty Pastries 
Fine Ice Cream 

Compliments of 

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Greeting Cards 
Ice Cream 





Six Distinctive Departments 

Furniture Upholstering 

Harness Shop 

Slip Covers, Cushions 

Automobile Plate Glass 

Auto Top and Body Work 

Awnings end Canvas Goods 




277 Main Street Phone 610 Northampton, Mass. 





Established 1886 


Delco Conditionair, Boiler Burner Unit and Oil Burner 


Anthracite and Bituminous Stoker and Vacu-Draft System 

Why not save $5.00 per ton on your Coal Bills? 

E. A. <& E. N. FRARY 

Tel. 2592-M Opp. Passenger Station — Northampton 


Insurance of Every Form 



Book Early 

78 Main Street (Second Floor) Northampton 

Office Phone 351 Residence, 160 South Street, Phone 348 


100 Main St., Northampton 

Photographer to Williamsburg High School 
Since 1917 with two exceptions 



Tel. Chesterfield 4-2 Tel. Chesterfield 4-3 


Dealers in all kinds of 

Grain, Feed, Fertilizers, Salt, Cement and Agricultural Tools 

Bird & Sons Roofing Papers Engines and Separators 

International Harvester Co. McCormick Line Harvesting Machinery 

Building Material Oliver Plows and Cultivators High Grade Grass Seed 

Norfolk Paint 

Get our prices on anything you need 
before ordering elsewhere 


Telephone Williamsburg 271 Williamsburg, Mass., R. F. D. 1 

Northampton Commercial College 


43rd year 

"The School of Thoroughness" 

JOHN C. PICKETT, Principal 


43rd year 

When in need of 

Clothing, Furnishings, Shoes, 

for Men and Boys 



90 Maple St. Florence 

Telephone 828-W J. A. Longtin 

Service — Quality — Satisfaction 

Jones The Florist 

Glad Gardens 

Bulbs Perennials 

Cut Flowers Floral Designs 

Tel. 4331 



Civil Service 



John H. Graham 

Accounting Courses 

w. h. McCarthy 

Coal Oil Ice 


45 Gothic St. Tel. 2186 


Northampton. Mass. 

Compliments of 






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24 Main St. 


YOU may always depend 
upon the quality of flowers 
which come from 


William Baker & Son 

General Merchandise 

Courtesy Service 


Chesterfield, Mass. 


For Men and Women 



A NATURAL - - 5* 




The E. & J. Cigar Co. 


C. B. Tower & Son 

Milk and Cream 

Home Dairy 

Tel. 654-M-2 







O. S. P. Inc. 

Pianos - Music - Records - Instruments 


Compliments of 

Packard Bros. 



Maple Products 


E. J. Gusetti 


Compliments of 

A Friend 

A. Soltys 




Telephone 223 


Socony Service 


Beebe's Lunch 

A good place to eat 

Berkshire Trail 

A. L. Beebe, Prop. 


Compliments of 



Compliments of 

Luce's Garage 


Radio and Electric 
Sales and Service 

Tel. 238 

So. Main St. 


For the young man who grad- 
uates this year we have every- 
thing that he will need for this 
important occasion. 



Compliments of 






Northampton's Liveliest Store 

Our best wishes to the 
Williamsburg Graduates 


Home of Stein-Block Clothes 
32 Main St. Northampton 

Suit Sale 

Highest grade woolens custom tailored to 

your measure reduced to as low as $25 

with extra trousers. 

Dry Cleaning and Repairing 
Pressing of all garments. 

Witherell, The Tailor 

Goshen Road 
Tel. 452 1 Williamsburg 



Lady Assistant 

Tel. 1292-W Northampton 

Compliments of 


North Street Northampton 

E. J. Gare & Son 


Hamilton Watches 
112 Main St. Northampton 

Wrist Watches and Rings 



Jewel Store 

116 Main St. Northampton 
2nd Floor 


Packard's Soda Shoppe 


School Supplies, Magazines, Greeting Cards 

Hoods Ice Cream McKesson Products 



for every Sport 
♦ ♦ ♦ 


15 State St. Northampton 


Quality Merchandise 




118 MAIN ST. 


Trunks Bags 

and Small Leather Goods 

• * • 


28 Center Street Northampton 

Zippers Repaired and Replaced 

Pierce's Paint Store 

Paints Wall Paper Glass 
Painter's Supplies 

196 Main St. Tel. 1207 Northampton 

Compliments of 



Tel. 3402 



Repair Shop 

All Makes oi Cars 




Sales and Service 


Telephone 338 

A Friend 

M. J. Kittredge, Inc. 

of Northampton 

Jewelers — Diamonds — Watches 

164 Main Street 

Refrigerators Radios 







Automatic Oil Heat 

Wiring Radio Repairs 


"The School of Achievement" 

Banjo, Mandolin. Guitar and 
kindred instruments 

TEL. 2650 

Compliments of 



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Telephone 3563 


Sporting Goods 

Fishing Tackle, Baseball, Tennis and 
Camping Items 

Foster-Farrar Co. 

162 Main Street 
Northampton. Mass. 

Compliments of 




Tel. 4351 

Service Station 

Battery Service 
Ice Cream, Candy, Cigars 


Compliments of 


Hardware and General Merchandise 


Village Hill Nursery 





The Whale Inn 



Hillcrest Farm 

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Printing & Put>lishin£ Co.. Inc. 


51 Clark Ave. Aortnampton